Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.